Outfitting the Winchelsea

By Sailor Keddy -
I have been reviewing many books on proper outfitting for a sailboat like mine, and I have compiled a list of items/repairs/upgrades that the Winchelsea needs. They range from simple checks and calculations to confirm that she is "sea worthy" to the purchase and installation of a self-steering wind-vane gear system, later down the road.

I have ranked them from 0-9, with 0 being the item or task that recieve attention first. The rank is a product of the priority and cost. These are qualitative numbers, with 1 having more priority than a 2 and a cost of 1 being less than a cost of 3. The cost of 0 means it is a check to make sure what exists is within acceptable limits (which could lead to more repairs or upgrades if it is not).

I plan on starting the 0 ranked items immediately, with those ranked 1-3 following before the start of the sailing season. Those ranked 4 and above will be tended to as money and time become available, with a preference given to items concerning safety.

Of course, if you have any comments or additions to this list, please let me know.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Came to your blog via your comment to the Boston.com article on liveboards. Shouldn't your list include a first aid kit?
February 16, 2010 at 3:23 PM
Sailor Keddy said…
Already got one, but I'll be sure to double check its contents against CG recommendations. Thanks!
February 16, 2010 at 7:56 PM
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